Witter Bynner Poems
|1.||The New Life||1/4/2003|
|3.||A Thrush In The Moonlight||1/4/2003|
|4.||Hills Of Home||1/4/2003|
|11.||Lest I Learn||4/22/2010|
|18.||Grieve Not For Beauty||4/22/2010|
|19.||Ghosts of Indians||6/4/2015|
|23.||To Any One||1/4/2003|
|24.||At The Touch Of You||3/4/2014|
|28.||A Farmer Remembers Lincoln||4/22/2010|
|30.||I Come And Go||4/22/2010|
Comments about Witter Bynner
Among the automobiles and in a region
Now Democratic, now Republican,
With a department-store, a branch of the Legion,
A Chamber of Commerce and a moving-van,
In spite of cities crowding on the Trail,
Here is a mountain-town that prays and dances
With something left, though much besides may fail,
Of the ancient faith and wisdom of St. Francis.
His annual feast has come. His image moves
Along these streets of people. And the trees
And kneeling women, just as they did before,
Welcome and worship him because he proves
That natural sinners put him at his ...
Though wisdom underfoot
Dies in the bloody fields,
Slowly the endless root
Gathers again and yields.
In fields where hate has hurled
Its force, where folly rots,
Wisdom shall be unfurled
Small as forget-me-nots.